I´m sorry! The words are not there right now. Total darkness. I´ll have him speak for me instead.

A week has passed and this newbie Dub hasn't had a moment of boredom, I can tell you that! I´ve made two new amazing friends, lost someone really special and adapting (still am) to a totally new way of living. One of my goals here in life is to learn something new everyday and with these 7 days the learning curve has hit the roof. Not so much the general bigger picture but the small things in everyday life. Like the alcohol thing for example - no monopoly! The day before I left Sweden I grabbed my dad´s arm and I said to him: "Imagine it dad! From now on I can have me a beer when ever the heck I want!" (For someone who's been getting her drink on like 4 times/year this still is a major thing.) I´ve been getting myself around by foot a lot to get to know the town and one thing that really stands out to me are the doors, the front doors of private houses. A regular handle is quite a rarity actually. Most common is a knob that you can either turn or not, placed...

Time to pimp my hive... and myself for that matter! And to me, pimp it up = shop till you drop!  But not when it comes to the money... those I´d rather keep in the bank or stuffed down my bra. No, when it comes to shopping I´m actually a real miser so to keep a balance between the shop till you drop thing and starring in my own hip-hop videos where the major cash flow is happening,  yin & yang is a vital key - balance!   After two shopping sprees á 15 hours (yes, there should be a warning label taking me out shopping) I can safely say that Dublin has a lot of places where you can go total bananas. But I´m gonna introduce you to two of my absolute favs: IKEA!... the land of opportunities and home to one of the most popular pieces of wood there is - Billy!... Billy the bookshelf. It's a bit of an irony that one of the first things I do in a new country is to be the most typical swede you can be. But if there's anything from my native country I truly love, it's...

I´m safe and sound! After kneeling and kissing the ground (in my head... I didn't wanna come across as a total weirdo just yet) I can now officially call myself an immigrant in Éire! The two hour flight was a breeze. I love flying! The taking off and landing with meticulous pressure equalising, me introducing myself to my seat neighbour by drooling on his/her shoulder while I drift off due to dropping oxygen levels. And lets not forget the airplane food and the opening of the well packaged cutleries that´s bound to lead to a very awkward slap in my new found friends face. A great way of meeting new people! The airport on the other hand... not on the top of my list. Most outright boring! The waiting... oh, Santa, the waiting!!! I hate standing in line... and I´m Swedish, I know how to queue! No, when I want something done, I want it done yesterday. To add to the insufferable, I´d put myself into a somewhat delicate situation. Imagine yourself this: Right! I´m at the airpo...